Where there’s smoke

His lewd threats… her own damn silly fault,
Taken all with a large grain of salt…
Understandable, still…
It does seem the man will
Bloody rape her, it dawns with a jolt!

Brute

She, in retrospect, must have been blind,
Not to see that he’d be so unkind…
To resort to brute force!
Sort of rape… well of course…
But quite fun, of a curious kind.

Slumming

“Well,” she thought. “He may be just a peasant,
And yet… this is far from unpleasant!
So… best on the whole,
To just not tell a soul,
And get on with this rape, for the present!”